Turrets of rain plummet down to the ground,
Beneath your feet the wet grass is found.
Up in the sky where the sun barely shines,
The pale clouds surround it in two big lines.
Little rays of light escape through the clouds,
And cast down on all of the crowds.
Water showers over the light grey stones,
And dampens the bricks on all the homes.
Clear rain drapes over the bright green leaves,
Down the rough brown wood it weaves.
Slowly the clouds reveal the bright light,
The drenched ground dries while putting up a fight.